Beneath the canopy where shadows play,
Hidden treasures silently grow,
The mushrooms rise in a secret ballet,
Whispering tales weâll never know.
Their caps unfurl in the morning dew,
A tapestry of earthy delight,
Colors and shapes in a wondrous view,
Illuminated by soft moonlight.
In the hush of the forest, they stand so still,
Natureâs marvels in silent grace,
Guardians of secrets, they always will,
Hold the wisdom of this sacred place.
From spores to giants, their journey unfolds,
A cycle of life in the soil below,
In their quiet presence, a story is told,
Of natureâs magic, in endless flow.